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"You have to come," I growl. "I can't hold it, pretty baby."
"Finn," she whimpers, her eyes locked on mine. She wants something—needssomething—to send her over the edge. The first book she gave me to read floats to the surface of my mind. Of course.
I wrap my hand around her throat and gently apply pressure. I don't cut off her airway or impede her ability to breathe. That's not what she needs. My kinky little bookworm doesn't want that. She wants to give up control.
"Come," I growl, biting her bottom lip. "Right now."
She creams all over my cock, soaking me in her juices. Her tight cunt pulses and flutters all up and down my shaft, commanding me this time. I roar as my balls draw up and cum shoots from my cock. I pound into her again and again, my seed splashing into her womb.
"Mine!" I growl against her lips, releasing my hold on her throat. "You're mine."
"Yes," she whispers. "Yes."
Chapter Seven
Scarlett
"You'respoilingme,"Iwhisper, cuddling up against Finn's chest as he carries me out of the bathroom and into my room. My feet haven't touched the ground since we made love. He won't let them. As soon as he could move, he pulled me into the shower to clean me up. I didn't have to do a single thing. A girl could get used to this.
"Sugar and honey don't spoil, Scarlett," he says, depositing me in the middle of the bed before crawling in beside me. His muscles shift with every move he makes. He's so damn strong, so fierce. And yet so damn sweet too. This man is a walking, talking contradiction. "Neither do you."
My lips tip up into a smile. I reach up, brushing my fingertip across his cheek. "You're awful good at that, super-spy Finn Taylor."
"At what?"
"The sweet talk."
"It's not sweet talk when it's true," he says with a shrug, dragging me into his arms and then pulling the covers up over us. "Spoiling means ruining or making something less than it is. There's no such thing as loving you so much that you go bad or diminish, pretty baby."
My heart flutters, my body melting against his.
"Besides, you deserve to be pampered and nurtured and treated like a queen," he murmurs. "Especially after I've been rough with you in bed. When I say it's my job to take care of you, I mean that in all ways, pretty baby. It's my job to make sure you're taken care of emotionally and mentally as well as physically. And believe me, Scarlett, it is no hardship on my part."
"Okay," I whisper.
"That's it? No arguments?"
"No arguments," I say, smiling. "I may be a mess, but I'm not crazy, super-spy Finn Taylor. Only a crazy lady argues with a hot man saying such pretty things."
He laughs quietly. "Why do you think you're a mess?"
"If I tell you, you're going to laugh."
"Try me."
"Um, I kind of had this idea that you would find out that I was a twenty-four-year-old virgin and run in the other direction," I admit, my cheeks heating.
He laughs.
"I told you that you would laugh!" I cry, smacking him on the chest.
He grabs my hand, pressing a kiss to my knuckles before he tangles our fingers together. "Only because I think it's fucking cute that you think being a twenty-four-year-old virgin is somehow worse than being a thirty-two-year-old virgin."
"Neither of us are virgins anymore," I say. Yay for us!
"Do you regret waiting?"
There's a thread in his voice I don't like. A tiny hint of vulnerability that makes my soul ache. This man is confident and bossy and a million different crazy and amazing things. Vulnerable isn't one of them.
